well, here you go. I can't remember the last time I updated and I'm to lazy t check. Sorry. But here you go. So..,yeah-read on dear readers. And *cries* I don't own Alex Rider. On to the story though...
And Blunt and Jones had no expressions. "Alex, during this mission you will be playing a thirteen year-old. This will give you a higher chance of recruitment. All the other information is in the file."Jones said, while sliding a file with the word CHERUB printed across the top. You may read it in the hallway before returning it. After then go see Smithers. Also a car will pick you up at nine a.m. tomorrow morning. Goodbye." Jones finished off trying to finish quickly and get the glaring boy away from her. So, Alex got up and walked with tight, quick steps through the door and towards the chairs in the hall. He then sat down quickly, still clenching his jaw.
Well, there it was. The F of D. Or File of Doom. Whatever you want to call it. But, Alex knew he had to read it before going to see Smithers. So, slowly Alex lifted his hand and flopped open the file. Five whole pages, yippee. And it started with all the boring stuff too. Sighing, Alex Rider began to read.
Cherub
MISSION: Infiltrate the CHERUB compound. Retrieve all information possible. Complete the training. Complete one mission with the organisation. After that you may leave. You may leave by any means necessary.
CHERUB:A division of MI5. They employ child spies from anywhere under the age of twelve. These children are gathered from children's homes. We have no other information.
COVER:
NAME: James Vitz
HEIGHT: Five feet, six inches
EYE COLOUR:Brown
HAIR COLOUR:Brown
BACKGROUND:James had a abusive father. His mother left as soon as he was born. The abuse was discovered when James was eight. Ever since James has been in and out of foster homes. Any small details can be created on spot.
RELATIONS:
Father-Edward(Eddie) Vitz
Mother- Maria Labo
Best Friend-Mark Geratty
Friend-Anna Johnson
Previous Foster Parents-
John and Anne Wuller
Harry and Carrie Stells
Jack and Alexandra Currings
Jake and Sarah Marshall
Any others can be created on the spot. Pictures of all relations are enclosed.
Alex Rider was bored. Extremely bored. And he still had four more pages to go. This was going to take a , he turned back to his reading. About twenty minutes later he was done.
However, his next order of business wasn't so bad. Alex got to go and get gadgets from Smithers. He grinned, wondering what he'd get this time. Exploding...socks? Alex walked down the corridor decidedly faster than a normal Alex hit the elevator, he hit the down button quick and waited impatiently.
Smithers was one of his two allies within MI6. The other was Ben Daniels or Fox, as he'd been called during his stay with the SAS. Then the elevator "bing"ed. Alex entered quickly and hit the "0" button, Smithers got the basement suite. Literally. The place was huge and luxurious. At least his lab was. His office upstairs was as drab and boring as everyone else's. But definitely not his basement one. The "office" technically wasn't all office. A huge portion of it, maybe ninety percent was his lab and testing areas.
That part was walled off though, not many except for Smithers and his assistants could go in there. So, Alex had to be content with the few gadgets he could see. They were mostly examples of Smither's finest work. The zit cream, a ring of some sort, "Alex, dear boy! It's marvelous to see you!" Smithers boomed, having just entered from the...invisible door. Alex stared, shocked, "The door! It's not there." Smithers smiled, proudly, "It's my newest creation. The perfect secret door. I can't wait to test it out in the field!" Alex was puzzled over how the door could be used in the field in the first place. He didn't ask though.
Then Alex remembered, "Smithers! I need to get my gadgets. Jones said I have..." He paused, trying to remember, "No time limit! I can't believe I forgot." Smithers grinned then and pulled Alex over to the couch and chairs in the middle of the room. "I have some very special things for you Alex. As we don't know what they will allow you and what they will find on you. So I have decided to not give you things like the hair wire or a fake fingernail." Alex then nodded, not surprised. If the CHERUBs found those gadgets certain questions would get very awkward.
"Then Smithers, what DO I get?" Alex asked, interested. Smithers smiled, "As you live in a foster home you are not going to have the best things but, here's what i have created." He quickly pulled an item out of a bag sitting on the floor. "This is zit cream, you've used it before." Smithers pulled out another item, toothpaste. "This toothpaste is actually a but similar to the zit cream except instead of cutting, it explodes." Smithers continued pulling out gadgets and explaining them for awhile. He then put everything back into the bag and handed it to Alex. "That was the last of it. You better go now, Alex." Alex nodded, still slightly amazed by the awesomeness of Smither's new creations.
"Goodbye Smithers," Alex said, walking towards the door. "See you again, Alex," Smithers answered. Alex, pulling the door open, turned around and waved. Then he stepped out into the empty hallway. After that Alex just had the short walk to the elevator, the dreaded ride, and a beeline to the exit.A quick turn through the revolving doors, an uneasy glance at the spot where he got shot. Then a run at a breakneck pace to get to the tube. The next (what do you call it?) was leaving in five minutes. Alex didn't want to miss that, the (what do you call it?) that came next was coming in one whole hour later. So he had to run. Luckily though alex was a fast runner, making it to the stop with time to spare. He then slumped down on the bench and tried to sort out the turmoil that was currently his mind.